Discussion in 'The Bar' started by DrivenByDemons, Dec 12, 2013.
How da fuck I get it out to take a pee.
A sneeze usually works.
Did the tune pop in your head?
I just was out cleaning stalls. Shrinkage......shrinkage I say. I think I just peed on my balls!
I peed on my foreskin and I'm snipped!
Now I'm singing it with your lyrics.
me too, I have been all night
how the fuck do we post to keep da peace.
I love in the beginning where some negro is passed out on the floor inside Universal Coney.
do they have blankets on them?
T baby's a goddamn poet
It'sAnnotate so cold in the D!
How the fuck do you suppose we keep peace?!
Whats all on a nigga's mind?
Murkin' and doin' time
Mason, he was like a brother to me
Shit, we all used to slang, blaze them trees
Playing drinking games and shit
Always into big things and shit
It was getting wicked and shit
And all we did was just kick it and shit
But someone took his life; I couldn't believe it!
I'm having memories of what we used to do
But now you gone, and you can't do what we do
You know we only done it for the fuckin crew...
I'm having visions of how we used to hang and bang
It was never no complaining
Being in the D is bad for your health
How the fuck do you suppose you stack your papers when all these niggas want your wealth?
It's hard in the D when you're trying to keep peace
Now you can rest, my nigga
You don't have to worry about them test niggas tryna protest
That was giving you stress!
We know you was a Ridah
That's why them niggas tried ya
I know you're in a better place now
It's hard to see my nigga gone to that better place now
I know your moms and fams going through something
But they'll be OK
All the real niggas gone, and the worms are left
We all were together
It was Mason, rest in peace to you, Big Baby
And love to your baby, Tyrone
And Twon, baby Mareese
Low-dawg, T-low, Ray-Ray
Rest in peace to my nigga, Ray-Ray
Meka, Esha, “J”, B-O, Kanisha...
Can’t forget that nigga, Sweet P
And everybody else from the block
Anybody fucks with us, they'll always get the Glock
Mason — 1981-2002, we'll see you again
We've got much love for you, my baby!
How the fuck do you suppose we keep peace?
You'd fuck the hoodrat with the red weave huh.
You'd prolly fuck Mason.
No, my balls are not blanketed.
The horses? Of course.....
Next they get ascots....